Author’s Notes: I’m back! Exams are finally done! (kicks table over) sigh? Ey, guess what, all you SK fans out there, I recently joined this forum site. It rox! My username is still flamable there. Please check it out or better yet, JOIN! Apologies for not uploading this chap earlier. This chap concentrates more on Chance/T-bone and is very surprising too. Oh yes, before I start, I would like to thank the reviewers:
Condor-12 – Thanx again Condor for reading the fic. I’m glad you liked it.
Gundamknight – Thanx dude, yup your favorite show is now in a fic but I’m not the only one hehe…I’m glad you liked the idea.
In the hangar…7:30
For the past hours Jake had hid in their secret hideout, which wasn’t so secret to Kit anymore. The genius was already working on his latest project that he couldn’t wait to show Chance, but he knew it would take about sometime to complete it. He took out a wrench from the tool box and started twisting the screws on tighter but was badly interrupted when he heard someone entering the place. He quickly took a piece of cloth and covered the masterpiece.
“What the heck are you doing here?” Chance gave him the glare.
“Hey, buddy, what’s up?” Jake tried to act as though nothing had happened the whole time.
“What’s up! What’s up! I thought you went out?”
“Ok, I lied. I’m sorry, Chance.”
“You lied to me? What for?”
“I needed to think of a way for you to watch over Kit for the day.”
“Why you…” He gritted his teeth.
“And, I’m starting a new project…” Jake suddenly brought it up.
“What new project?” Chance calmed down.
“Hey, it’s supposed to be a surprise.”
“You mean just like the other junk you invented.”
“They’re not junk. I’ve spent all my time working on these gadgets and missiles with love and care,” the inventor defended.
“Whatever you say, Sureshot,” his partner grinned.
“By the way, how’s your sister?”
“Oh her, she’s fine. She had a little accident and…”
“A what!” Jake’s eyes widened.
“Oh relax, Jake, it’s nothing but a bruise.” He tried to calm him down.
“Did you treat it? You didn’t just stand there, did you?”
“No worries. I gave her some ice, and she’s fine.”
“Are you sure? Was it bad? Does it still hurt?” his worried friend asked.
“I don’t think it hurts. I gave it a little pinch, and she didn’t flinch at all,” he explained.
“Where is the bruise located?”
“Hmm, somewhere below her right shoulder.”
Jake paused for a moment and finally calmed down. “Oh, I guess she’ll be fine since her proximal upper extremity is paralyzed…”
“Paralyzed! Proximal upper extre…what?”
“Didn’t she tell you about her fracture in her upper arm years ago?”
“Uh… let me see… no.” He rolled his eyes.
“Well, now you know.”
“But, how come she can still move it… if it’s paralyzed?” He brought up an eyebrow.
“It’s not exactly paralyzed, Chance. The nerves around it must have also gotten affected by the fracture, so she can’t experience any pain in that part of her body.”
“Amazing… I mean it’s rare for anyone to have that so young.”
“Maybe as she’ll mature the nerves will be able to grow back, making it normal again.”
“That sucks.” Chance chuckled.
“Yeah, so I guess she might as well enjoy it since she loves skating.”
“Well, she is one heck of a daredevil from what I saw before the accident.”
“I don’t think you can stop her, Chance. Your sis does have this rebellious attitude.”
“Just hope nothing crazy like that won’t happen again,” the older sibling said, relieved.
“So, you do care.” Jake smiled.
“Nah, I just don’t want mom to scold me in front of you guys.” He rolled his eyes.
“By the way, your mom will be flying the new Enforcer fighter jet in a while.”
“Yeah, I’m very glad the whole thing pushed through.”
“Uh, where’s Kit by the way?” Jake asked.
“The squirt is watching tv.”
“You’re sure she’s not wondering where you are?” he made sure.
“I don’t think she’ll care anyway,” his partner mumbled.
Just then, the alarm went off!
“Swat Kats, Dark Kat’s on the move again!”
“Ms. Briggs, can you tell us where exactly?” Jake asked.
“His ship is attacking at Enforcer Headquarters and is trying to aim for the new fighter jet!”
Chance was freaking out! His mother was going fall into the hands of Dark Kat. “We’ll be there, Ms. Briggs!” he answered and turned off the radio or communicator that was connected to Callie.
In a flash the two ordinary mechanics were in their vigilante swat outfits and ready to appear in the crisis when…
“Crud, where is my glovatrix!” T-bone cursed.
“Just use the other ones, can’t you, buddy!” said his maskless partner.
“Hurry up will ya’, and where is your mask?” He grabbed the glovatrix that belonged to Razor.
“I happened to misplace the one I used last night and now the extra is missing!” he yelled, looking through his locker.
“Here, use mine!” T-bone tossed his to him and both were finally in the Turbokat, with a few seconds delayed.
“Don’t worry, Mom, we’re coming!” The pilot brought the jet on full blast.
“Ann Gora on Kats Eye News. Dark Kat is at it again; this time trying to bring down the new fighter jet that is being piloted by Ms. Furlong, one of the city’s top pilots.”
“That jet is invincible and so is the pilot!” The camera turned to Commander Feral then to the sky, getting a good glimpse of the jet dodging the missiles coming from Dark Kat’s aircraft. “And, the Enforcers can handle this!” he reassured.
Several choppers were already aiming for the ship, but unfortunately had been the opposite for them exploding it to bits. The camera turned to Feral whose mouth was wide open.
Kit was also freaking out and relieved that her mother was a professional pilot trying to dodge the missiles, but she doubted it. She started praying and hoping the Swat Kats would arrive right now and put an end to everything.
“Furlong, lock your missiles on the ship! Do you copy?” Feral ordered her through his walkie talkie.
“I can’t – the systems are jammed!” she replied.
“Then, I suggest you land her right now!”
“That’s another problem, Commander – it won’t!” she yelled this time.
“And I bet Dark Kat is responsible for this. Hang in there, Furlong; I’m bringing back up!”
Even with the the tanks, jets, and more choppers, they were no match for Dark Kat’s ship, and Feral had already lost his temper, making him crush his walkie talkie to pieces. But, swooping out of nowhere, came the sound of familiar jet engines and cries from below.
“It’s the Swat Kats!” the citizens cried.
“Just my luck.” The Commander gritted his teeth.
“Relax, Feral, we’ll handle this ourselves!” came in the voice of Razor from one of the walkie talkies that belong to the other Enforcers. The sure shot had launched two missiles to the weak spot he had found in the aircraft and was able to make a portion of it blow up.
“Curse you, Swat Kats!” came the cold voice of the villain.
“Give it up, Dark Crap!” T-bone answered back.
“It’s too late, you fools! I have already planted a bomb in the jet that will explode any second,” he said with his evil laugh.
“Not if we can stop it!” Razor answered this time.
“I’ve been dreaming of eliminating that rival of mine.”
“Mom!” T-bone screamed at the back of his head.
“For years she was always on my tail, trying to take me down. I also confess she was one of the best pilots I’ve ever seen, and I asked her once to join me…”
“She wouldn’t!” the son snapped.
“You guessed it right, Swat Kat! You’re just like her. Always on the good side, trying to keep Mega Kat City safe, but not for long!” he ended with his evil laugh echoing.
“Hmm, that reminds me of when I thought you and Turmoil were…” Razor brought it up at a bad time.
“Shut up, Razor! We don’t have time for that crud! My mom’s in danger!” his partner yelled, pressing a few buttons.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m putting this baby on auto pilot.”
“But, what about Dark Kat?”
“You go get him, Sureshot. I’m off to save my mother!” He ejected his seat and flew himself to where his mom was.
Ms. Furlong had been in the sky for a long time and was getting tired of piloting the jet she couldn’t land. She had a choice of jumping off with a parachute and getting the jet blown up to pieces but she had her second thoughts. She tried contacting Feral but the radio lines were cut. Years back, she had never given up to put Dark Kat behind bars once and for all even way before her son was born.
Just then, the door blew open and a muscular vigilante hopped in, wearing the famous black, blue, and red outfit. In a flash, a gun was held right in front of him and he was forced to bring his hands up.
“What do you want!” she threatened him.
“Ms. Furlong, listen to me – I’m here to save you,” he explained.
She finally put the gun down. “I’ve heard of you – the Swat Kats, right?”
“Yes, ma’am, but can we talk about this later? Dark Kat had planted a bomb here earlier and it will explode any second.”
“Impossible! The Enforcers reassured me that nothing was wrong with this jet until I found out that some of the systems were jammed since it hadn’t been tested yet.”
“We have to get out now!” He sounded serious.
“How do I know if I could trust you?” she asked.
“Trust me…it’s the only choice you got!” He grabbed her and jumped off right before it exploded. Unfortunately, they were a few feet away from the explosion and the impact brought them crashing below to a building.
Gasps and yells were heard from everyone. After a minute of silence, the reporter picked up the mic that she had dropped and ordered Johnny and the rest to hop into the Kats Eye Chopper to get a closer look for the survivors.
“In just seconds, one of the Swat Kats by the name of T-bone did his rescue to save the women who had been piloting the uncontrollable fighter jet for the past hour that has now blown up into flames. Right now, we are going to take a closer look to the flaming building below us to see if the rescuer and the victim are still living. And, on the other hand, Dark Kat has managed to escape again…” Ann Gora ended with a worried look on her face.
T-bone’s weak eyes woke him up and saw nothing but burning hot flames and the smell of thick smoke from where he laid. He quickly got up and started searching for his mother.
“Mom where are you! Mom!” he screamed from the top of his lungs. He was also bleeding since he got hit by the debris from the jet.
“Over here,” came a she-kat’s pant that seemed to be a few feet away from T-bone.
“Where!” He tried looking for the voice, but smoke and burning metal was in his way. On top of him was the jet’s propeller that seemed very brittle and was ready to drop on him. The tom-kat’s ears sensed something wasn’t right and, before he could look up, he was pushed out of the way just in time as the giant piece of metal fell.
Then, he realized what had just happened. He ran up to the spot where his mom had pushed him off and took his place and there she was half dead with the propeller that had fallen on her entire body except her head, and arms. Tears formed in her sons eyes, who lifted up the heavy piece of metal with all his strength and threw the whole thing to a random spot.
He lifted her body and rested it on his chest. “Mom, speak to me please!” he yelled with tears streaming down his furry face.
“Chance, is that you?” She opened her weak red eyes and watched as her grown up kitten was resting her on his muscular body.
“It is, Mom. It always has been me.” He pulled off his mask and exposed his true identity.
“So, you’re one of them.” She figured it out.
“Uh huh and don’t worry, everything’s gonna be fine ok.” He sniffed.
“Of course is it, baby.” She forced a smile.
“Be strong, Mom. I know you could do it,” he said, shaking with fear.
“We don’t always live forever…”
“Don’t say that!” he cried.
“Chance, listen to me!”
“Listen to me. All my years, I’ve been wanting to see my kitten grow and now here he is cuddling his weak, old mother cause he loves her so much…”
“Please don’t go…” he begged.
“Right now I want you to take care of your sister,” she began her instructions.
“But…I…I…,” he stuttered.
“Cause the time will come when I will leave…”
“My time is now, Chance, and maybe one day we will see each other again.”
“Mom, please… I love you!” He knew she wouldn’t last any longer, and her pulse was getting weaker every second. Her breaths were slow and disappearing fast.
“I love you too…” were her last words and there she laid, lifeless, in her son’s arms.
Sniff – grabs tissue and blows nose – I had a feeling this had to happen. Poor Chance, his mom is gone and now he is left with more and difficult challenges. I didn’t really enjoy writing this chap since it was too sad. It felt so real to me. sniff Thanx for reading again. I hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget to review.
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